Later that day...

Boy did I choose the wrong day to go to Planned Parenthood. The place was surrounded by people holding signs with, whadya know, pictures of aborted fetuses. Feti? All I could think was "Ya know, that kind of looks like the lasagna I had for dinner last night!" actually, the lasagna leftovers I'm eating right now too at work.

So guess what? There's a carbon monoxide leak in my house! Yeah, totally awesome, right?! NOT. It's actually not that bad. The guy from the energy company (who discovered this leak when checking our furnace, which is broken to boot) said that we humans should be fine, but it's the "mow-mow" (his words) that we should worry about. Poor scubes. No wonder she's been acting so crazy. And no wonder Pomquisha has a tumor twice the size of her head. The energy guy also said that us not using the heat is probably what saved us. Now that's what I call a blessing in mother fucking disguise.

Tha's about all for now, I just wanted to tell you about the aborted feti and the carbon monozide leak. Don't you miss Bellingham?!

Oh yeah one more thing - last night I saw 30 Days of Night (oh my GOD scary) with Walker Andrew and Nick. We smoked a joint before hand then smoked cigs by the creek by my house just to be sketchy and then had a really long conversation about late-video-rental-fees on the way to Sunset Square. A day in the life, man, a day in the life.

a quickie

I smoke a cigarette once in a blue moon.

I was wondering if you guys have been meeting/hanging out with many local italians/dutch?

Mitch is coming up this weekend... aka I get to cash in on my monthly allotment of sex. Hell yeah! "Long distance" is BULLSHIT! Oooo speaking of which, I can't forget to stop by the good ol' neighborhood planned parenthood today to cash in on my yearly allotment of birth control. Holler!

When're you guys arriving state-side?

I decided not to go the show last night when Robin told me that a. it was was $28 (who are they fucking KIDDING?!) and that b. people under the stairs dropped out. Jake/Walker/Riley went but I guess Riley was kicked out before the show even started. I had plans anyway - met up with a coworker for some Pilsner, Prince, and The Rolling Stones at Caps. Tonight (after my eagerly-awaited lamb fest, hold the chocolate blood please) I'm heading on over to Walker and Andrews to watch the new season of Nip/Tuck! God bless mother fucking America, I love TV! There's this new show on called Chuck, I was channel surfing the other day (all 4.5 canadian channels) and stopped on it because they were doing a spoof of the New Years Eve episode from Season 1 of the OC. There was guy running in slow, then fast, motion to meet up with his friend at a Halloween party and they were playing the Finley Quaye song "Dice." It was so rad. Turns out the show is created by the same creators of the OC and, just based on this spoof/holler, sounds way tighter than gay old Gossip Girl (which I'll probably watch tonight anyway). Mitch said he saw some more of this show Chuck and they were spoofing/hollering at the scenes when Marissa, Seth, et al would hang out on the pier. If the whole show is like this, you can bet your ass I'll tune in.

Okay Jessie, preggers UPDATE? I don't think I got the original memo.

If it makes you feel better though, from my extensive experience (not traveling, but talking to women that are really into flows and shit) tells me that a lot of people have fritzy systems when they travel, even for long periods. Plus, the whole triple pregnancy test is kind of a dead give-away, no need to go all Knocked Up or anything (you know, ga-billions of pregnancy test).

Well I'm off to catch the bus. See ya when I see ya!

Wasting time

I just mapped out what I have to do for the remaining four-ish weeks of school and boy is it intimidating. Especially since half of it requires two groups that I haven't met with yet.

I'm eating a sandwich in the computer lab right now and am becoming very self-aware of it because it is composed of smoked salmon, goat cheese, and lettuce, and I'm afraid the guy behind me might be grossed out. Those things don't combine very well smell-wise, but it sure tastes bomb.

Man I do not see the roommates on the weekend anymore at all. I work from 4-close Friday nights and all day Saturday and Sunday. The only possible time to see them would be late at night Friday and Saturday or early in the morning Saturday or Sunday, and those times just do not comply well with college kids. They're either a. partying or b. sleeping. Well sometimes I run into Nick. If he, like myself, just got off a long shift, he can usually be found, like myself, curled up in bed with a movie. The weekends go by sooo fast when all you do is work sleep and occasionally eat.

I get paid today as you already know which is awweesome. I'm going to experiment with some potential Thanksgiving dishes over the next couple weeks before trying to create them for the first time in my dads kitchen the day of (destined for disaster), so tomorrow night with my braised lamb shoulder (which you also already know about) I'm going to have steamed brussel sprouts with butter and roasted carrots and parsnips, and some polenta for shits because I've been reading this book about Italian food and what can I say, I'm feeling inspired. Had any good polenta Jessie? Man you guys, my favorite thing about traveling, whether it's too Japan, China, India, France, or Sweden, is DEFINITELY the food. So fucking good everywhere I went. I really hope that you two are able to share this experience. It doesn't even have to be fancy. In fact, most of the time it's better if it's not. Street food, the basic diner standards... goddamn what I wouldn't give to be having the cuisine experience you guys are having, nevermind the cultural one.

I'm meeting a coworker for drinks tonight. Not sure where we should go. I was thinking maybe Ishkas but we'll probably end up at Caps. Monday night, hey-oh. Tuesday night is, as we all know, lamb braising night. Wednesday Walker and I are going to see 30 Days of Night. I'm probably going to dump popcorn all over him like I did in the hills have eyes. Thursday I think maybe if we're lucky the infamous Aaron Cunningham will visit Bellingham, equipped with a drivers license and a car. Work this weekend but hooray! It's a three day weekend (Veterans or something) so fucking HOLLER at your stay-in-bed-with-a-cafe-au-lait-and-a-book-about-italian-food. Oh I hope it's sunny like it is today. Beee-utiful. But fucking cold as a witches teet.

On that note...